a part of her- the fairy part, deeply entwined with the plants and roots as if she were part of them instead of skin and bones -hates doing this, and she means it. hate is such a strong word, but it’s the right one when she can feel the plants through her fingertips. reaching for her, only for her to pluck them right from their home. still, she does. soft petaled red roses are handed to mat, careful to make sure he didn’t touch the thorns. “ ruby likes red roses, ” is muttered softly, once the flowers made it safely into his hands. she returns to the bushes, finding a few more flowers that would compliment the roses nicely. gentle hands take the roses back, cradling them with one arm as she motions for them to come inside the cottage. “ kier’s out, i just gotta’ tie these up and then they’ll be good! i can get you something, like, a snack, too? did you eat lunch? i can make lunch! something for rubes, too! ”